Illusions of Me

Birthing magical portraits; flawed masterpieces Cleverly, delightful visage on companions unleashes Concealed in my veins the bold, black blood flows Selfish sheep-skin intentions but no-one really knows Outstanding performance raising jubilant cheer A fictional reality, beloveds impressions of me steer Obsessively absorbed in winning the crowds the real me, grayed, hiding in the shrouds Dubious methods and wicked tricks forth spew Tentatively tainted; if only anyone really knew Simply smiling outwardly, inwardly torn, tormented Is it in our nature to act so utterly segmented? Leaving the comforts of home and brothers Flailing, a new world unfamiliar smothers Little choice given but to act and be accepted Bending and adapting, the path forcibly elected My heaven was shattered, standing alone i reminisce Home, no longer discernable, days past i miss Have the all the happiest most joyful times been had? Never to be re-experienced, making today dull and sad? Accustomed to fitting in, not being rejected abandoned now, so much more i expected Desperate, disillusioned, fortifying my defenses lights up, Curtains raise as act two commences